How Grandma Broke My Children
byI thought reading was supposed to be good for kids!
I thought reading was supposed to be good for kids!
This week has been a disaster in terms of getting stuff done. But I’ve figured out how to fix that.
Okay, so I’m going to show my age here, but remember, as a kid, sneaking into the family room and turning on the telly early…
Blessed bedtime was upon us. Well, not us so much as the kids, which is the blessed bit.
Apparently there’s a problem with our internet…but I think our three year old has fixed it.
Short and sweet. Well, maybe not so sweet.
It’s so pleasing to see Miss8 taking inspiration from her big sister to get into cycling.
The only trouble with TICTACS is you can’t buy yourself a box and then keep it a secret. Not that I intended to…
A passerby would assume a flock of geese have descended on our household – It’s all very Jumanji here at the moment.
Why does Tracey always come home just when things are going to pot?
Although some media outlets sprouting stats of over 70% of our population in support of equal marriage rights in Australia, I feel I can’t let that stop me because the moment I pause for breath someone else seems to feel obliged to fill the silence with a contrary opinion.
The complaints have been coming thick and fast lately in the Devereaux household lately regarding homework.
My little boy is growing up.
Origin must have liked the first post I wrote for them because they asked me to do another.
Our youngest was lying between us, playing peek-a-boo with her Mum. Which was great for me. But then Tracey decided I should be involved…